Twenty minutes later, Yan Han looked at the villa in front of him, his face all black.
She said it was a date, but she directed him to drive to Gu Lian's house.
Song Xiang shrugged, "It's an adventure."
Yan Han: "..."
"What are you doing here?"
Song Xiang pushed open the courtyard door, pulled him inside, and tried the door code. Fortunately, it opened directly.
"I left two things here, come and take them."
Yan Han walked behind her, suspicious in his heart, but didn't say anything.
Song Xiang tried to turn on the light, but found that there was no power.
"It must be Sister Lian who didn't pay the electricity bill."
It was pitch dark everywhere, and she couldn't help but hold on to Yan Han's hand and try to go to the small room on the second floor.
She had seen Gu Lian collect a set of postcards before, all from famous cities around the world. Gu Lian had said that she would definitely go there if she had the opportunity in the future.
She had a gut feeling that Gu Lian had really gone.
"What is so important?" Yan Han asked casually.
Song Xiang was worried that he would tell Lu Zechen and said: "There are just two small USB disks, which are the information I compiled before. They were left here a few days ago."
Yan Han's eyes flashed in the darkness, and he almost didn't need to guess. His instinct told him that Song Xiang had lied.
Sure enough, when he arrived at the door of the small room, Song Xiang suddenly said to him: "Please help me go downstairs to take a look. There is a bag of mine on the bedside of the bedroom. Please take it with you."
Yan Han glanced at her and nodded, "Okay."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, watched him go downstairs, and quickly rummaged through the things in the bedside table.
Sure enough, I found those postcards in the second drawer. Through the moonlight shining in through the window, I could vaguely see the wrinkles on the edges. It was obvious that they had been taken out and looked at many times.
She thought for a moment, stood up, and looked for something to wrap.
"There is no bag beside the bed."
A voice suddenly appeared behind him.
Song Xiang shrank her shoulders in fright and subconsciously took a step back. She accidentally tripped over the edge of the bed and fell backwards.
Yan Han didn't go downstairs at all, waiting for her to dig out the things, but he didn't expect to scare her.
Subconsciously, he rushed in and tried to grab her arm, but she pulled him down together.
"Well——"
Song Xiang gritted her teeth. It didn't hurt much when she fell on the bed. She was suddenly suppressed by the severe cold, which made her roll her eyes.
Still holding the postcard in her hand, she quickly stuffed it under her pillow.
"Did you fall on your head?" Yan Han stood up and went to check her head first.
Song Xiang shook his head, "No."
"Where else?"
Yan Han took possession of her and gently slid his hand over her neck, inspecting her carefully.
There is a mattress under me. Although it is thin, it is not likely to cause injury.
Song Xiang turned away and said, "Get up quickly. I didn't fall. I was crushed by you. You are so heavy."
Yan Han smiled, took back his hand, and looked at the person in front of him in the moonlight.
I originally wanted to help Lu Zechen get some information, but now I have no more extra thoughts.
The room was dark, with only a little moonlight shining through the window not far away. It fell like silver light on Song Xiang's neck, making her neck look delicate and beautiful.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes gradually deepened.
Seeing him not moving for a long time, Song Xiang sensed something was wrong and couldn't help biting her lip, "Get up quickly, this is...um..."
As expected, I was kissed, but it wasn't with a fierce force, it was very gentle, just like the moonlight outside.
Song Xiang's face turned slightly red, thinking that this was Gu Lian's place and that Lu Zechen and Gu Lian had done so many intimate things here.